Zheng Qing pinched a cigarette and took a harsh drag.
The thick smoke entered his mouth, spreading a spicy sensation that irritated his lung lobes as it trailed down his throat.
Zheng Qing's eyes immediately reddened.
The cigarette burned slowly, sending up a wisp of light blue smoke.
The customers around him seemed somewhat distorted in the smoke, appearing blurred and wavering.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Zheng Qing couldn't bear it any longer and began coughing violently.
"I feel like I've smoked a fake cigarette," he rasped, looking at the Gypsy witch in front of him, his eyes slightly red.
"That's because you're a fake wizard," Elena smiled slightly. "Every wizard knows that before lighting tobacco mixed with powdered monkshood, it needs to be moistened in Mist Liquor."
Hearing this, Zheng Qing's coughing intensified.
"Press it down with a Fog bee, you should feel better." The Gypsy witch stuffed a cup into Zheng Qing's hand.
